Crowned

Arc 1, Chapter 5: Opposites Attract.

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Microphone rushed into the hotel, only to immediately bump into TestTube. The clink of her head and the Vial's rang out, and she clasped at her face, grunting in pain "W-Woah-" She stumbled and luckily fell back against the door she had shut behind her.

Test Tube lurched forward, nearly falling and shattering on the tile floor. But she quickly composed herself, and whipped her head around to see Microphone, who'd fell. "Sorry!" Test Tube quickly lent her hand down to help Microphone stand. "OJ called me and said it was an emergency... I'd appreciate it if you watched where you were going? I have VERY expensive, and quite frankly, fragile equipment. And I don't really want
To have to replace it..." Test Tube huffed, her gaze a bit harsh and critical, but it was always like that. For the most part, anyway.

Microphone frowned, and rubbed the back of her neck, scrunching her shoulders up to hide in them, "I didn't mean to...! I'm sorry...Jeez..." her voice was low and soft.

Test Tube scowled remembering previous events spitefully, "Considering your past actions... I wouldn't put it past you." Test Tube replied bitterly, which made Microphone feel horrible.

Microphone held back her urge to tell Test Tube what actually happened. But if she hadn't, it would comply the safety of herself AND Taco... So she pushed the words back down and just mumbled out an; "Okay..." before walking past Test Tube towards the kitchen. Her steps small and slow, she felt horrible, but it was best not to cause too much trouble as of now.

OJ came down the stairs and ran up to Test Tube as Microphone turned the corner. His gaze seemed concerned and yet relieved in a paradoxical way, but Microphone paid no mind.

Microphone stepped into the kitchen, and out of the lobby. She went straight to the cupboard next to the one below the sink, where Paper stored the plastic bags they came home with after a grocery run. She grabbed out a plastic bag and checked it for holes by shaking it out. A large puff of air retained within it and also revealed there to be no rips or damage. She scrunched the bag up in a ball and entered the medical room through the white door with a gold handle. Or at least... Paineed that way. She grabbed cloth, items to clean Taco's wounds, bandages, and a blanket. It was cold outside after all.

Microphone fidgeted with the thin plastic handles of the bag... thinking. She didn't need anything else really. Or... She thought. Microphone breathed out through her nose and was about to turn and leave when suddenly she heard someone call from behind her. She stiffened and turned her eyes, but not her head towards the figure leaning on the frame of one of the medical curtains which separated the three beds.

"Where do you think your going with that?" Knife seethed through gritted teeth. Like a disappointed parent, or in this case older brother. Knife and Microphone were only one year apart after all. He had a bandage on his arm and his fists looked like they had been bleeding. Probably got into a fight. It would make sense.

Microphone tapped her fingers against the bag rhythmically "I-... Uh... H-hurt......Myself???" Microphone had been a terrible liar. Her eyes darted unsurely as she turned around with a nervous shrug.

"..." Knife looked incredibly disappointed. He already knew what she was doing, and didn't bother to hide it. "I thought you were staying away from her? What happened to that?" Knife grumbled bitterly his brows furrowed and Microphone hunched back into her shoulders once again.

"Look... I-It's important...! It's not like that okay? I'm not...hnngh..." Microphone groaned lowly. Shed made herself small, yet, she hadn't shrunk back lower than Knife. She was tall after all, But in that moment, she felt like she was shorter. Like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Which to an extent, had been true.